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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.