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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Y Pants to the rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.