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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Marine Girls 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.