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 Brazil and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.