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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.