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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Hoover,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.