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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.