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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Alton Ellis to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.