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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.