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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.