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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat 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 jazz 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.