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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 organ 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.