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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.