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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.