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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.