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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.