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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Index,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.