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 Malta and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.