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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.