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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.