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 China and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.