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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Moody Blues to the punk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.