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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
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.