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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.