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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.