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 Morocco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Flash Fearless to the rock 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.