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 Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Gories to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.