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 Egypt and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.