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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.