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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.