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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Associates to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.