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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.