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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.