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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.