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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.