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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.