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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.