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 Niger and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.