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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.