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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.