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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.