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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.