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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Nico,
The Standells,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Nas,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.