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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
The Busters,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.