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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red 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?
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
New Order,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.