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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Average White Band to the rock 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Smog,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Cameo,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.