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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.