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 Maldives and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Organ to the crunk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.