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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.