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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.