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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.