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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.