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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 güiro 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.