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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.