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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
DNA,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.