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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.