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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
The Names,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.