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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.