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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Smog,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.