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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Essential Logic to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.