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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Connie Case to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.