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 Luxembourg 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.