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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.