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 Jordan 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q65,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.