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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.