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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.