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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Normal 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
UT,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.