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 Nigeria 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.