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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
June Days,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Television,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.