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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Magma,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.