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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.