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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.