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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.