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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong 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?
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.