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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.