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 Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 John Holt to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.