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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 linndrum 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
ABC,
Ronan,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.