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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.