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 China and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.