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 Japan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Organ,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.