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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.