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 Romania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the punk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.