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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 Woodstock and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Jerry's Kids to the techno 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.