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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Al Stewart 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.