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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.