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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Franke,
Gong,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.