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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D 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?
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
DNA,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.