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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.