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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.