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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.