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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.