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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.