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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.