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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Cure,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.