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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.