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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.