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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.