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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Skriet to the rock 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.