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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.