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 Bahrain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.