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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Technova,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.