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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.