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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.