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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Skaos,
X-101,
The Names,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.