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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
The Move,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.