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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.