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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
The Evens,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.