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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.