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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Smoke to the crunk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.