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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.