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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Skriet,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.