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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.