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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Fluxion to the dance 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
DNA,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.