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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Pylon,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.