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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Boredoms to the jazz 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Smog,
June Days,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.