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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Pole,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.