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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Monks,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Lalann,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.