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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.