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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Can,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.