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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.