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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.