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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
New Order,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.