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 Mexico and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.