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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.