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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.