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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.