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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Gong,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.