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 El Salvador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.