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 Mexico and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.