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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.