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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.