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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
ABC,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.