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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.