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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.