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 Brazil and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.