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 Uruguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.