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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 PIL to the punk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.