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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Faust,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.