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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.