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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.