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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.