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 Cyprus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.