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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.