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 Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.