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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.