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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
The Martian,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.