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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.