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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Gladiators 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Visage,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Monks,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.