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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kayak 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.