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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the electroclash 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.