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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Brick to the funk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.