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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yaz to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
The Litter,
Can,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.