Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.