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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.