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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 The Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
the Swans,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.