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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.