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 Spain 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.