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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.