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 Philippines and from London.
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 Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.