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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.