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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.