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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.