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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.