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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.