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 Antigua 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.