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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.