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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.