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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.