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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.