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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.