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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Sparks to the rap 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Echospace,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.