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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.