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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.