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 Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.