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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.