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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.