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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.