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 Macedonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.