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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.