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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cowsills 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.