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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.