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 Laos and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.