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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.