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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Sällskapet to the rock 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.