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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.