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 France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Visage,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.