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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
The Human League,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.