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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
the Germs,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.