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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.