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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.