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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.