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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.