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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 sitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Magma,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Can,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.