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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Amazonics to the rock 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Rakim,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.