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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.