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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood 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 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock 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?
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.