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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.