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 Libya 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 The Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.