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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.