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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Sister Nancy to the dance 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.