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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
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 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 Marine Girls 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.