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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Brass Construction to the jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.