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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.