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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Cameo,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.