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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.