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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.