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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 the Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.