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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Monks,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.