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 Tuvalu 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.