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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.