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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.