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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 L. Decosne to the grime 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
UT,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.