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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The American Breed to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s 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 Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.