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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.