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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.