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 London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.