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 Argentina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.