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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.