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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.