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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.