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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Q65,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.