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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.