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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Shuggie Otis 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.