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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Q and Not U to the funk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.