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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.