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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Aswad,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Main Source,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.