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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.