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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.