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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.