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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
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.