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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.