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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
ABC,
Faust,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Brick,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.