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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.