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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the disco 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.