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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.