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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.