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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.