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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.