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 Grenada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.