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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 The Offenders to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.