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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Andrew Hill 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.