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 Latvia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.