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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.