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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.