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 Romania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.