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 Brunei and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.