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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the dance 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
ABBA,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.