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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.