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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
10cc,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.