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 Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
ABC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.