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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.