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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.