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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.