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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Television,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.