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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.