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 Panama and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.