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 Germany and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the dance 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.