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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Can,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.