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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.