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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.