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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Q and Not U to the grime 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.