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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.