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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the jazz 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.