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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.