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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Roxette to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.