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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Vainqueur to the jazz 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Nas,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.