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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.