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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.