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 Armenia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.