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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.