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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.