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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Simply Red to the funk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.