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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
ABBA,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.