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 Suriname and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.