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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.