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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 The Happenings to the funk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
UT,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.