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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Excepter,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.