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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 The New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins 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?
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.