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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.