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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 John Cale to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.