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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.