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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.