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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.