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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
X-101,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.