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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Gong,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.