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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Lalann,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.