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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.