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 Laos and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.