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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.