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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Simply Red to the electroclash 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.