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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.