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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Fania All-Stars 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.