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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
June Days,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.