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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.