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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.