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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.