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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.