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 Burundi 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.