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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.