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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.