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 Serbia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.