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 Jamaica and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Leaves to the dance 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.