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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.