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 Madagascar and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the funk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.