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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.