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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.