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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Organ,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.