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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Fatback Band to the grime 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Ten City,
Fear,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.