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 Albania 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.