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 Suriname 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.