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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.