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 Cameroon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 spring reverb 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.