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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Bad Manners to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.