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 Brazil and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pulsallama to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.