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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.