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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.