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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.