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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
UT,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.