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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 U.S. Maple to the disco 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.