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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.