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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.