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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.