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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Inner City to the dance 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.