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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Gories 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 techno 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.