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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.