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 Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.