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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Nico,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Television,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.