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 Antigua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Blake Baxter to the dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
DNA,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.