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 Italy and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Index,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.