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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Visage,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.