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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.