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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Goldenarms to the grunge 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.