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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
New Order,
Excepter,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.