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 Guyana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.