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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.