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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Ludus,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
X-102,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.