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 France and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.