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 Germany 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.