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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo 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?
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Nico,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.