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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Mars,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.