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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.