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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.