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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.