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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Leaves to the jazz 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
The Standells,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Franke,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.