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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Cluster,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.