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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.