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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Skriet,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.