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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 China Crisis to the crunk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
CMW,
OOIOO,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.