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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.