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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.