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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Eddi Front 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.