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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Pantytec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.