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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.