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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.