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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Ossler,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.