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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.