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 Syria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.