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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.