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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.