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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.