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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
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.