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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.