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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.