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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.