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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Motorama 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
MC5,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.