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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.