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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.