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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Index,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.