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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.