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 Congo and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.