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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
This Heat,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Echospace,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.