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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the punk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.