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 Sri Lanka and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.