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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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?
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.