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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.