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 Netherlands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
ABC,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.