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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.