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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.