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 Canada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Fire Engines to the rock 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.