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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.