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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Oneida to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.