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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 H. Thieme to the grime 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.