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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 sitar 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.