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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
New Order,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
ABC,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.