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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Aswad,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.