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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.