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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
John Cale,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.