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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Excepter to the dance 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.