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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.