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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Five Americans to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
The United States of America,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.