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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.