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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the dance 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.