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 Morocco 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sam Rivers 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.