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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.