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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.