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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 organ 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
New Order,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Crime,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.