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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.