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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.