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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 The American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Q65,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.