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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.