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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.