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 Spain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Crime,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Nico,
Chrome,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.