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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.