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 Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.