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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.