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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Main Source,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.