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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Can,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.