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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Faust,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.