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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.