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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 JFA to the crunk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
AZ,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.