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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.