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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.