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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Swans,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.