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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Slave,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.