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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.