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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.