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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.