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 Zimbabwe 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.