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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.