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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 John Coltrane to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.