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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Freddie Wadling to the disco 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Cluster,
AZ,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.