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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.