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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.