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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.