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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.