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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 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 Funky Four + One to the grime 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.