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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.