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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 to the dance 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.