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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Urselle 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.