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 Brunei and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Can,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.