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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Crime,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.