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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.