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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.