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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The United States of America 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.