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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.