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 Zambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Roxette,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.