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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.