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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.