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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.