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 Malawi 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Amon Düül II to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.