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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.