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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the disco 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.