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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 The Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.