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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.