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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.