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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.