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 Iceland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.