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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.