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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.