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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.