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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.