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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.