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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.