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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
The Names,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.