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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Fear,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.