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 Morocco 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.