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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.