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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.