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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Nico,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.