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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
The Evens,
DNA,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.