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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.