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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.