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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Motorama to the grime 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.