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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.