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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Monks,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.