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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.