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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Motorama to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.