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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
June Days,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.