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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.