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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.