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 Belgium 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.