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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.