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 Mozambique and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Selecter to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.