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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide 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 Darondo to the funk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.