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 South Africa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 The Evens to the rock 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.