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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.