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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the rock 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.