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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.