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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Monks,
DNA,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.