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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.