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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.