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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.