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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.