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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
AZ,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.