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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.