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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.