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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.