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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Nico,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.