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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.