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 Maldives and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.