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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.