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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the punk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Skriet,
X-102,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.