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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Television,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.