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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hashim 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.