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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Deakin,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.