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 Poland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.