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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fela Kuti 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.