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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.