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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.