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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.