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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Magazine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.