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 Sweden and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Vogues to the rap 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.