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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sixth Finger to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.