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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.