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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 DNA to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Gong,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.