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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Gichy Dan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.