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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.