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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.