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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.