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 Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.