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 France and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.