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 Bahrain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.